Stereotype
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I thought you were different, my baby. Now I see you're just like rest, thought you were, different, my baby. You've become my biggest regret. I really hate to label you a stereotype. The name of the story explains it all. DeVontae has been in love many times but always been the one who gets hurts or gets left for somebody else. Everything changes when he meets his equal. Carter is a smart, beautiful, and young woman who has a great job. She's faithful, she's known to others that call her perfect. Yeah, maybe her career is going the way she planned. But her life and her love life are what she calls hell. A disrespectful boyfriend who has hit on her. Showing people fake smiles all the time. No more fake smiles when she meets DeVontae. What will happen when Carter and DeVontae bump into each other? Will love fly? Or hate conjure?
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